Chapter 077: Not Only Are We Trying Hard, Zombies Are Too

Looking at the car cleanly sliced in two.

"Even you have become so sharp, which is truly unexpected," he said.

Previously, he felt that he was mighty strong, able to kill several cows with one punch, so he dared not strike people at random.

Now, he realized the sword in his hand was frighteningly sharp, fearing that if it touched someone, it would cut and bleed them, a thought so terrifying that he had to be careful not to use it recklessly.

According to the previous situation, his random swinging seemed to be able to hurt people from a distance, and if a curious citizen wanted to see him swinging his sword, being a meter apart, a casual swing could chop off that person's head. He would definitely not be able to forgive himself for such an act and might even lock himself up in the police station.

At this moment.